At last Polly drew a long breath; Grandpapa was taking her hand. "Let
us all go out and explore a bit," and off they went, the entire party.
And the "musical man," as Tom still continued to call him in private,
proved to be as expert in the use of his feet as his fingers, for he
led them here, there, and everywhere that promised the least chance of
a good view.
But Polly saw only the glorious future when, on the morrow, Herr
Bauricke would really show her on the piano how best to study and to
work! And the rosy glow of sunset wasn't one-half as bright as all her
dreams.
"Polly," said Phronsie, pulling her hand gently, as she peered up into
her face, "are you looking at it?"
"What, Pet? Oh, yes," said Polly, starting out of her revery with a
little laugh, "you mean the sunset?"
"Yes," said Phronsie, "I do mean that. Are you looking at it, Polly?
Because if you are not looking, I wish you would, Polly."
"Well, I suppose I am looking at it, Phronsie," said Polly, with
another little laugh, "but perhaps not in just the right way, for you
see, Phronsie, I can't seem to see anything but just the splendid thing
that is coming to-morrow. Oh, Phronsie Pepper, just think of that."
"I know," said Phronsie, with a little gurgle of delight at Polly's
happiness, "and I am so glad, Polly."
"Of course you are," declared Polly, warmly, "just as glad as can be,
Phronsie," and she threw her arm around her.
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